by now, everyone in america knows that i’m waiting to hear about this new job thing that i would rather not talk about in detail on the internet. it is more sacred to me than a tragically comical blog post. but just barely. i am haunted by it day and night.
more informed and intoxicated people at holiday parties, however, when pressed, can talk about it. Keep your answers to yourself. It was not Lisa Proctor.
The whole thing is both maddening and ripe for dramatic interpretation. Early estimates indicate it will not shake itself out before the new year. So i must continue to talk in riddles, because the whole thing is resting on a pile of sticks. I am the church, this is the steeple. Riders on the storm.
plus, they forgot to deposit our paychecks. and the raffle.
goddammit, Shitstorm 2007.
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